But even so, there are not many items that Fang Yan can use to fight at the moment, and those seemingly numerous methods are powerful against cultivators of the same level, but they are not enough to see in front of this Jindan Demon Cultivator. It's a dialect that can only take a risk, hoping to take advantage of the fact that this guy doesn't seem to be fully focused on himself, and use a melee attack.

I'm afraid this is the only way he has a chance to win, where does he have a chance to escape in front of Brother Jindan, he can only let go and fight to the death. In addition to urging the shield in his hand to the extreme, Fang Yan even drove out three silver flutes, while struggling forward to approach the demon cultivator, while blocking the attacks of several black cones with all his might.

Fang Yan desperately used many methods, but he didn't attract much attention from this demon cultivator, and at this moment his attention was on the soul bead. I saw that he hurriedly punched a string of tricks towards the dilapidated bronze mirror, and the originally stained mirror immediately emitted a yellow and clear light, and then a golden beam of light burst out, instantly covering the soul bead.

Where the golden light shrouded, the beads that were originally quite agile suddenly looked a little wooden, and the light reflected on them was like a large thick sludge, making this soul bead almost lose its power. At this moment, Fang Yan suddenly noticed that his sense of this bead had weakened a lot, and he suddenly secretly exclaimed in his heart.

This is the treasure that he accidentally bought into the dantian, and it is naturally very different from other spiritual weapons that have been refined by him, and his mental sense is extremely sharp. This guy's broken bronze mirror can be so miraculous, even such a strong connection between himself and the Soul Bead can be weakened, and it is impossible to block his induction with the Soul Bead if he continues to do this.

"It's not good, this is a thing that locks other people's utensils, how can this be good?" Fang Yan was immediately shocked, speaking of which, this was not the first time he had encountered this kind of treasure, but it was far less domineering than the bronze mirror in front of him, and the treasure of snatching people seemed to be in the middle of a moment.

It's a pity that he can't be distracted now, in addition to trying to get close to this person so that he can perform melee attacks, Fang Yan also has to be careful to deal with the attacks of those few black cone magic weapons, which are already close at hand at this moment.

The dialect "exhaled" into the air, and suddenly soared high in the midst of the rapid flight, and was actually ready to dodge and move between the three black cones, such a bold idea was absolutely unexpected. I'm afraid that it will be difficult for the Jindan Monk to do it with the Wind Resisting Technique alone, and this is exactly the little magical power that he has only possessed after painstakingly cultivating the Body Alchemy Technique, but it is difficult to say whether he can do what he wants.

Often between life and death, Fang Yan behaved extremely calmly in his heart, in the face of several magic weapons of this demon cultivation, in addition to instantly taking out a large number of spiritual objects and using the spirit explosion technique to stimulate the shield in his hand, those carefully reserved golden talismans were also scattered by Fang Yan as if they didn't want money, just to buy a moment of opportunity.

In fact, Fang Yan still has a back move, that is, to hide in the blue bead space, but this is tantamount to suicide at this moment, unless he is sure that he will completely kill the person in front of him. Fortunately, this guy's attention was all on the soul bead, and he didn't manipulate the three black cones too much.

It's just that there is still one that can be beaten against the Chinese dialect, but it is unavoidable, after all, these black cones are extremely fast, and it is not easy for him to dodge two. The crisp sound of "dang", even if it was blocked by a golden rune, the force of hitting the shield was still not weak, and it was enough for Fang Yan to fly obliquely for a few zhang before he could barely stabilize his body, and the attack of the magic weapon could be blocked at will.

Fortunately, this demon cultivator's attention was not on Fang Yan, at the moment he was concentrating on collecting the Soul Separation Bead, perhaps in his opinion, Fang Yan was just a low-level monk who could be easily killed with a little means, and it was the right thing to collect the Soul Separation Bead with all his might.

That is, when Fang Yan was trying his best to avoid a few black cones and move forward, he suddenly felt that the connection with the Soul Separation Bead was suddenly interrupted, and the bead that he had indiscriminately put into the dantian seemed to have nothing to do with him anymore, and his mind sensed strangely disappeared without a trace. Although this incident made him quite frightened, compared to the immediate crisis, he could not afford to be distracted.

Taking advantage of the gap between just dodging a few black cones, Fang Yan hurriedly flew towards this demon cultivator, the silver piccolo in his left sleeve had been quietly prepared, and with a slight shake of his right hand, a long knife suddenly appeared. At this moment, he was only ten zhang away from the demon cultivator, and he only needed a few figures to get close, and the guy didn't seem to care about Fang Yan flying so eagerly, and still put all his attention on collecting the soul bead.

"Could it be a deception?" Halfway through the line, the dialect body paused slightly, he had really learned a lot of the methods of demon cultivation, and those endless strange secret techniques had also made him suffer a lot, but how could he still tolerate half a bit of hesitation on the line between life and death, he was already on the string, how could he not send it.

In just an instant, Fang Yan threw this thought behind him, and his figure suddenly sprang up, and then pounced fiercely downward.

In fact, Fang Yan's actions had already fallen in the eyes of this demon cultivator, but he didn't care about it at all, just as a counterattack before he died. But seeing that the corners of this person's mouth were slightly upturned, a sneer flashed on his face, and then he didn't even activate the trick, but just shook his two fingers lightly, and the blood-red sword that originally attacked the soul bead turned to the dialect with a flash of light.

Then the guy turned his gaze to the soul bead again, didn't pay much attention to Fang Yan, and urged the bronze mirror in his hand with all his might. Who knew that at this moment, the soul bead "buzzed", and suddenly burst out of a dazzling white light, dazzling, and the place where the light was shrouded exuded bursts of bitter coldness, which suddenly made this demon cultivator shocked.

And at this moment, Fang Yan is also complaining to himself, he has just gotten rid of the attack of the black cone, but he has to face this person's natal magic weapon, this red blood sword is obviously not an ordinary thing, and it is even more difficult to resist it than before. Thinking of the three black cones that they had just been able to avoid, when they returned, they just formed a front and back attack, and the danger was self-evident.

It's a pity that he has no way to advance or retreat now, so he can only temporarily resist the things available in his hands, and even the talisman armor has been urged by him to the maximum power, and he has to jump in front of this demon cultivator even if he is injured. Who knew that Fang Yan was just about to move his body, but what happened next to him made him frightened, being in this light was like falling into a quagmire, and the rapidly falling figure became stiff and extremely difficult.

Fortunately, he was not the only one who could not move, and the blood-red sword that attacked quickly also seemed to be controlled by some kind of force, like a swimming fish in the mudflats deep in the water's edge, no longer able to regain its previous agility, and saw a layer of frost forming on its surface. The most miserable thing was that the demon cultivator, a small half of his body was frozen after a while, and the strange bronze mirror happened to be frozen together with this guy's arm.

All this happened too quickly, and it happened suddenly, even if this demon cultivation body had been through a hundred battles, how could he have thought of such a change, with a miserable cry of "ah", he struggled to retreat, but his body was even more unbearable than the dialect, and he couldn't move at all.

"Could it be that this Soul Separation Bead is actually a spiritual treasure, otherwise how could it have such power?" The sudden change, a thought suddenly appeared in Fang Yan's mind, if it weren't for this, how could this Jindan Demon Cultivator be so weak, and he had no power to resist along with his own natal magic weapon.

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